I beach myself on the shores of the Bosporous in Istanbul where I treat myself to a Turkish bath and am not sure what to make of it when I am offered a “special” massage. It’s all in a chapter I call “Beaten In The Name of Comfort.”
Deep Thoughts From A Shallow Man
I beach myself on the shores of the Bosporous in Istanbul where I treat myself to a Turkish bath and am not sure what to make of it when I am offered a “special” massage. It’s all in a chapter I call “Beaten In The Name of Comfort.”